.[Verse 1]
I blacked out, passed out, first time we met
It wasn't drugs, could be love, but it's probably sex
I'm thinkin' 'bout you
(Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na)
Cool stare, greased hair curled around your eye
I wanna take a dirty picture, send it to your mind
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